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Centripetal

Rating: 5.0

The crimson moon bawls on his flight
Doleful to be condemned to night

His samba partner teems with life
Yet he hangs listless filled with strife

Whilst craters pock his dusty face
Her smooth profile glows soft with grace

Waves splash coyly along her skin

As parching drought afflicts the twin
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Patti Masterman 15 September 2009

This is beautiful; love how the whispers float up, the prayers of people on earth praying for love to the moon (well what other reason could the moon have for existing?) I like how love makes him real; love changes things and brings a presence, a reality that was lacking before.

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